In addition to the most touching letter and roses, Master gifted me with kinky toys for Valentine’s Day. Last night, Master used them on me for the first time.
First, the steel butt plug. i’ve been fearfully anticipating this one for over a month now. This thing is heavy. Master inserted it into me Himself. i would have been embarrassed about this but a) i was scared of the plug so i was concentrating on that and b) i was still reeling from tit torture pain. my mind can only be tortured in so many ways before i begin to triage what to worry/fear/get embarrassed about. The plug is a lot smaller in size than Master, so that wasn’t an issue. Especially because i had received a hard assfucking earlier…i took it with an ease. The thing about this steel brute is the weight; depending on movement and position, it creates pressure inside. It’s a sexy pressure. Kind of like how it feels to have your gspot touched. It almost makes you feel like you have to pee; but not the real pee…the squirting gspot kind.
Additionally, Master purchased a bunch of kinky crafts made by the lovely kaya. In this bunch are:
1) a sandpaper paddle inscribed with Master’s mantra when it comes to submission (perfect, immediate, graceful obedience)
2) two zippers: one with inscribed with ‘slave’, the other with ‘grace’.
3) three of those evil Nipple Syringe Suckers.
4) the infamous tack bra inserts.
i’ve never had a zipper used on me. While i was cleaning around the house Saturday, waiting for Master’s arrival, my curiosity got the best of me. i clipped the clothespins on my breast carefully, meditated for a moment, braced and then ripped it off. It hurt. However, that is a kind of pain i can dig. i was pleasantly surprised when i noticed later that they left marks. Bonus. i love being marked.
The evil syringe sucker things. With these minions of satan, i went from completely relaxed and not worried to OHFUCKIMGONNADIE in about 2.5 seconds. i think it went like this: Master positions the syringe. Master pulls on the syringe. Pain registers in my brain and i gasp, sounding like some godawful banshee. The shock settles, and the burning searing pain settles in. It’s…beyond description. Master seemed to really enjoy these. He wanted to put one on my clit but a little thing called my vertical clit hood piercing jewelry got in the way (whew). i was sort of freaked out that after a while in our scene, i looked down to realize not only was there milky substance leaking from my tits but also a little bit of blood. Master reassured me, saying a vessel could have broken near a duct in my breast. That was absolutely strange for a woman who has had no children: to see liquid coming from my nipples. Even though it was painful as anything and extremely demanding to endure, i enjoyed this scene with Master. i enjoy challenges, i enjoy being pushed further. i enjoy the intimacy that expands between us when that happens. my nipples are still aching and sensitive.
The tack bra. During our syringe play, i begged Master to wear the tack bra inserts while we ran errands later on in the night. i was in a sexy, sacrificing head space and the idea turned me on beyond belief. The reality of the tack bra inserts was somewhat less romantic than i had imagined, but still challenging and in the end, satisfying. We went shopping. It was a thrill to be in pain like that out in public, with everyone being oblivious to it. It was a lesson in method acting to keep the pain from registering on my face at times, or to keep my body language on the level and not walk like a senior citizen. i experienced a moment of…nerve…where i asked Master for a hug as we stood in an aisle. He squeezed me. It hurt, but i was deep into the method acting by that point. The pain was something sweet and sacred, kept deep inside under lock and key… known to only us.
On the drive home, i remarked at how casual Master was while at the store. No sideways glances. No jokes. He wasn’t trying to mess with me. He shrugged me off. A ways later, He reached over as He drove and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed my left tit. i saw stars. i literally screamed. i never go that far. Just couldn’t help it, though. i followed suit when He did it to my right tit (admittedly, i BEGGED Him to not do it).
It was… sexy and fun yesterday. i received a serious face fucking. It was so hard and unforgiving that i got sick in the middle of it. He was unfazed and continued on. Lucky me, i received quite a few (squirtless) orgasms by way of the gspot.
We have yet to use the paddle.